touched_by_seshat: (Notebook and Pen)
Title: "Nothing Left But My Pride"
Fandom: Original Fic
Words: 693
Notes: Started from a random prompt of I have nothing left but my pride

It had been several weeks since she had left the penthouse and he had resisted looking for her during that entire time. However, the emptiness that he was feeling finally spurred him into action.

He entered the club that she was working at, but made sure to stay at the back. He didn't want her to see him yet and he stayed hidden in the shadows.

He watched her work the crowd from up on the stage and he was reminded of everything about her that had made him fall in love. She was so natural up there and so completely unaware of the seductive effect she had on people. Everytime he had pointed out her sex appeal to her, she would shake her head and brush off his comments.

When her set was over and she disappeared into the back, he left the shadows and slipped into the corridors in the back. When he reached her dressing room, he didn't bother to knock. He let himself in and leaned against the door.

He knew that she was aware he was there and when she met his eyes through the mirror, he flinched slightly at the sadness that was swimming there.

Had he been the one that had really caused that depth of pain in her eyes?

"What are you doing here?"

"I needed to see you."

"Aren't you leaving a hole in a debutante sandwich somewhere?"

The bitterness in her tone surprised him, but he supposed that he did deserve her scathing remarks right now.

"Can we talk?"

"We don't really have anything to talk about," she said quietly, looking away from the mirror.

"We have plenty to talk about," he said just as quietly, walking towards her. "Don't shut me out, please?"

She spun around in her chair and glared at him. "Why shouldn't I? How many times have you shut me out and turned away, so much more focused on the glitter and the glamour of all of those girls hanging on you? How many times did I sit alone at home because you didn't want any of your conquests to know you had a fiance?"

He swallowed, not exactly sure what he should say to that. He searched her face while he tried to sort out the things in his head. "I never meant to hurt you. I swear! The last thing I ever wanted to do was cause you pain, Mara."

"And yet you got to be so good at it, even when people tried to alert you to the path that you were travelling down."

"Things are different, now, Mara."

Her eyes were hard as she looked at him. "I really wish that I could believe that, Geoff." She shook her head. "I just don't believe in you and your words any more. I did for so long, and now there is nothing left to believe in."

Of everything that he had expected to come from her, those words were nothing like he had thought he would hear. "No, that's not true, Mara. You can believe in me, just please, give me another chance. Just come back home."

Mara shook her head, tears in her eyes. "I can't do that, Geoff. I cannot live like that again. I don't have anything left but my pride, and I'm determined to hold onto that."

"Won't you even give me a second chance? We've been through so much together and it makes no sense to just throw everything we have away."

Mara raised an eyebrow at him. "How many more second chances do you think you need, Geoff?" She shook her head and stood up. She seemed to be thinking about something for a long moment, and then she walked over to him and her dressing room door. She met his eyes once before opening the door. "You should leave, Geoff," she whispered, looking down at the floor. "I love you, but I will not continue to have my emotions on a roller coaster with you. Just go."

"I'm not giving up, Mara," he said softly. He touched her face gently, before bowing his head and walking out the door.


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Touched By Seshat

May 2007

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